by Leon Pantenburg
Rain follows me. Over Christmas break, 1977, John Nerness and I went backpacking in Death Valley, CA. Packing rain gear seemed like a waste of time – after all, the average annual rainfall is 2.36 inches.
Bob Patterson kayaking at a waterfall on the Blue Earth River, Minnesota. (Bob Patterson Photos)
But two days before Christmas, we ended up at the bar at Furnace Creek, waiting out a rain storm that washed out the road.
On my John Muir Trail through hike, it rained nine consecutive nights, with intermittent showers during the day. In Louisiana, during my 1980 Mississippi River canoe voyage, the rain lasted more than 40 hours at one stretch.
The moral of the story is you never truly know what the weather might hold and it’s always best to prepare for anything. And you better prepare for the worst!
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